This Doesn't Feel like Me

It's the day after my worst ever panic attack and I don't quite recognise myself. I slept for about 13 hours, which does seem to happen a lot after bad days. It has taken me a while to recognise myself today. Getting my brain to work is a big challenge, as is getting the words into my mouth. Stuttering and stammering have returned with a vengeance which makes saying much more than 'hello' a difficult process. Despite this impedance, I have tried to broadcast PM Live tonight. After about 35 to 40 minutes, I couldn't go on and cut it short. This post will also be short as I still feel like shit and have decided, after receiving two dismal letters from the DWP about my benefits, that I will make sure that I use the 'additional information' section of the form that I will again have to fill in to tell them exactly what they have caused for me. One of the letters tells me that they are looking at my claim for disability living allowance again and this can take 11 weeks. This letter took one week to get to me, so ten weeks from now will be the 19th of July. By that time, I should be receiving my due allowances if they do their work properly. The other letter tells me what I already know about my other benefit. I would much prefer to be working for a living but I have been told not to drive due to my mental health problems. As a professional driver, I am now unable to perform the duties that I have trained for. I am at the mercy of a bunch of people who make judgements on people from words on paper or a computer screen. I sometimes wonder what they would say if they were treated this way. TTFN.